Sunday, September 4, 2011

Let's Get Physical, Physical

The hubby and I had our physicals on Friday. One little thing checked off our massive list. Here's a little something about me. I am kind of a hypochondriac. There, it's out there, feels good to get that off my chest. Actually, I've been a self professed hypochondriac since right after the jokester was born. What is it about pregnancy that makes you act like a complete crazy person? It seemed like the day after she was born if I had a headache, it was a brain tumor. If I had cramps, ovarian cancer. If I had a sore throat, definitely throat cancer. My right side ached, definitely liver disease. It consumed me. Every little normal ache and pain was something huge in my head.

What is so weird about this is that I NEVER get sick. I'm really a freak of nature. The occasional allergies, maybe a sinus infection once a year, that random stomach bug that comes through our house, but never anything even worth taking medicine for. (now that I said that out loud, I'm sure to come down with the flu next week) I never forget my vitamins, drink water all day and go to the chiropractor once a week. There's my remedy for staying healthy. So why do I worry so much? "Can anyone by worrying add a single hour to their life?" Matthew 6:27

Since the birth of the bruiser I really have been much better. Now I have 3 small kids, a job, housework, adoption paperwork, church activities, playdates etc. I really don't have time to worry and am learning to just trust in the one who made me. "Those who know your name will trust in you, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you." Psalm 9:10

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The Momma

Part-time hairstylist, full-time momma. Should get paid for being pregnant because it's pretty much all I do. Never seen without blush (it just makes you look fresher). Is a bit obsessed with fashion on a budget. Cannot function until my 2nd cup of coffee. Has had every disease known to man (in my head at least). Talks about working out, but just can't bring myself to do it.

The Rockstar

Thinks black and gray are her signature colors. Claims to be a vegetarian. Is a very talented drummer. Loves showers. Is definitely "the boss" to her younger siblings.

The Jokester

Is our little fashionista. Has a smoker's laugh. Eats her boogers and thinks they are delicious. Is freakishly flexible. Shopping with The Momma is her love language. Hip Hop is her hobby of the month.

The Hubby

Graphic/Web Designer. Looks like Chandler Bing. Will never be seen in anything but his Converse, Levis and a t-shirt. Would go into a deep, dark depression if he had to use any form of electronics not made by Apple. Takes longer to get ready than I do. Quit drinking Dr. Pepper, lost 15 pounds and I'm still a little bitter about it.

The Bruiser

Acts like a grumpy old man. Pees outside as often as possible. Really loves annoying The Ethiopian. Needs several baths a day. Calls the Momma his darwing.

The Chunkiness

Has more rolls than Mrs. Baird and Sister Schubert combined. Is rarely seen without his bunkie/pappy. Has unhealthy amount of babying going on. Has broken pretty much everything in our house with his freakish strength.

The Ethiopian

Came home April 2014. Might be the loudest kid on the planet. Has the most contagious joy. Says Momma about 1,395 times a day. Finally has a forever family.